Ravana's Note: Scandal

Note 18: Tasmirah

Ancol Beach City Mall,

Ravana sat in the seat of one of the restaurants while enjoying his punch, looking ahead at the large area in front of him. Beach at night with calm waves, fishy smell that comes from nowhere and dry sea breeze.

The cafe they visited was in the outdoor space, so the mall has revitalized, at least there is still beauty that can be seen compared to other areas.

Also, another beautiful thing was taking place in the presence of Ravana, about a few meters from where he was sitting.

The woman who was stretching her arms and turning in the middle of the beach with a happy face welcomed the beauty of a starless night.

No one can enjoy the tinge of laughter and its sparkling beautiful eyes, except Ravana. Though his figure is so striking in the middle there.

Every now and then, the woman sleeps on the golden white sand of the beach with a smile still on her face.

Ravana looked at the figure with amazement.

Rather than a ghost, it might be more appropriately called an angel. That woman is not both. Her figure was more beautiful compared to similar creatures.

Secretly, the young man's heart rippled.

Seeing her happy laughter, seeing her cheerful eyes. It was as if something was starting to arise in Ravana's heart.

“Hehe,” kekeh Fransita while approaching Ravana, then sitting next to him. “While I don't know exactly what the night wind and the sea smell like, but I think this is enough,”

“Indeed at the moment you feel what?”

“Warm and smelling spice,”

“Oh, your body is in the room of Eyang Gandhes yes,” guess Ravana. The smell of spices was definitely the banquet that Eyang made.

“That's how,”

“Hem, currently the aroma is typical of sea water yes, salt, fish, dry wind, fragrant shrimp,” Ravana staring at his dinner plate, shrimp capcay with fish baso and a plate of garlic rice.

Fransita just looked at Ravana expressionlessly, slightly tilting her head as if she was curious about the meaning of Ravana's sentence.

“What?” asked Ravana jengah.

“What does the sea smell like?”

“Ya as you know,”

“I never know the smell of the sea, this is the first time I know the true form of the beach and sea,” Fransita smiled at Ravana as if it was her most beautiful day, “So far I know from tv or internet,”

“Heh?” Ravana looked at him. “You...” His throat feels dry, but he has to ask this. It may not be his business, but this woman is tied to him. And as her mother said, it was Fransita who told Team Garnet Security the location where Ravana was kidnapped so that Mr. Arman could carry out an ambush.

Ravana also remembered that his mother did not know the name Fransita, but when it was called the name Tasmirah, the look of his mother changed.

“Fransita Tasmirah?” rahwana.

Fransita turned to Ravana. But his face was currently losing his smile.

“Do not call me by that name,” Fransita said.

“What happened all this time? How can you bond with me?” ask Ravana.

“I also want to know why I'm bound to you,”

“You said we met when I was kidnapped? Why are you there?”

“Because I did live there since childhood,”

“So you're the kidnapper's family,”

“I'm not their family,” dark aura instantly envelops Fransita. It was as if he did not want to hear anything else that reminded him of the past.

“Then what are you? You are in a coma or how?!”

“SUFFICIENT!!” Fransita screamed. “ENOUGH!! ENOUGH'S ENOUGH!! ENOUGH ALREADY!! I NEVER WANTED TO BE TASMIRAH!! ENOUGH!!”

Ravana covered his ears. The young man was like he was in the middle of a whirlwind, with loud noises surrounding his head that immediately hurt.

And Fransita disappeared.

The mood turned back silent,

With the sound of calm waves and the cool night breeze.

“Gosh...” murmured Ravana confused, while adjusting his breath.

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With a sense of fatigue Ravana dropped himself on the sofa in his room, then leaned his head up.

With his eyes closed, he rested his mind.

Too much information coming, too difficult a conflict to resolve. I think this is just a small part of his job. Maybe her father is experiencing more things than she is right now. The road to success is steep, if Ravana the story of the problem may be he will be laughed at by his Papa because it is considered crybaby.

Tasmirah. if interpreted, it's a word in Javanese that means Beautiful Gem. Actually in accordance with the figure of Fransita. Why does he seem to hate that name?!

After Ravana rested for a while, his energy was restored, he planned to take a shower then play games until midnight. He had not wanted to meet anyone before, even though he knew Papa and his mother were currently downstairs talking about it. But Ravana was too tired to take part in their conversation.

But when he finished the shower...

Fransita was there. In the middle of his room, sitting on the floor.

The woman's shoulder moved as if she was sobbing.

Ravana was glued to his place. In his lifetime he never saw an astral in his room. Therefore his room was considered the safest place where he could truly rest.

However,

Fransita... Why is that woman there?

Didn't he ever say, even though the woman was bound to Ravana, but if it was in the room, Fransita also will not be seen because the Gharib fence that covers the room is very strong.

As powerful as the one in the villa of Eyang Gandhes, only creatures who got permission could enter, which is meant by creatures here, also including humans. Because the villa if traced will not be visible, either from the road or air. Only if holding ‘cards pass’ villa can be seen.

For Ravana's room, since he had a special vision, Eyang Gandhes gave an offer to install his room ‘pagar’, for the convenience of the young man. Even without a key, if not allowed to enter, the door and window can not be opened from the outside, as if from the inside there is an iron cross.

“Fransita..” call Ravana hesitate.

Fransita.

Blood everywhere.

On his face, on his lips, on his ears, on his neck, all over his body...

The woman looked at Ravana with sadness while sobbing.

“What matters is that you are safe,” Fransita said as she sobbed.

Ravana.

Then the young man realized.

The blood around Fransita, the longer the puddle widened, as if she was in the middle of a sea of blackish red that would drown her body.

Then, the spot began to appear on the wall, splashing on the furniture, on the mattress, even on the body of Ravana.

“That's important, they don't bother you,” isak Fransita.

“Let this Tasmirah who sacrificed himself for your sake, your hope for life is still wide,”

Tasmira...

Don't Fransita hate that name?

Then...what is it that fell on the floor?

Ravana took a step back when he realized the terrifying sight before him.

Long-fingered hands that seem very soft.

Hands with white skin, falling from Fransita's body.

Then the other hand,

Then Fransita's legs were separated from her body,

And the other leg.

Fransita lay without arms with no legs both taken away from her, her eyes looked at Ravana with a heart-wrenching sad smile, “A minute help comes, don't worry. What I'm doing for you can buy time so they don't hurt you,”

“Tante... Is it okay? Does it hurt?” Ravana muttered to himself, as if imitating the past.

“I've been treated like this a lot, my body is numb. If I can help you, I'm glad my life is useful,”

“Tante, sorry..”.

“Nothing dear, I'm letting go,”

Ravana's phone rang.

In one blink, his room returned to its original state.

Without blood, without hands and feet...

Without Fransita.

An empty room with normal furniture.

“Yes lord...” murmured Ravana.

The young man was still in his place.

Do I dream while standing? Is it a hallucination, or is it an apparition?

But why do I feel like I've experienced it? It was as if the shadow was from my past...

His phone rings again.

Ravana rubbed his face, he set his breath to self-control.

Then he grabbed his phone which he put on the nightstand.

From an unknown number.

Ravana. His instincts say that it's an important phone, but why does it feel like there's something big behind it that if he picks up, maybe he'll be so exhausted.

Ravana sighed, draped a towel over his shoulder and picked up the phone.

“Halo,”

“Le,” voice Eyang Gandhes.

“Ergh!” lamented Ravana. From across the phone, Eyang Gandhes chuckled.